Third person POV
Lisa had woken up earlier than usual, stirred by the echoes of laughter and footsteps still roaming in the hallways after the grand celebration of the previous night. Though the pack house had finally quieted, the remnants of festivity lingered everywhere—empty goblets left half-filled with wine, scattered petals from the flower bearers, and an overwhelming sense of exhaustion that clung to the servants who still tidied up what they could before sunrise.
She moved slowly down the wide corridor, the coolness of the marble floor biting her feet even through her slippers. Her body felt slightly heavy, though she told herself it was only the lack of sleep. She had insisted on staying until the end of the ceremony, watching Irene take her place beside Bryan with the dignity o
